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Sept 25, 2019 16:13:54 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2019 16:13:54 GMT -5
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Returning home had not been easy journey for him. Being trapped in the Light Stone for two years does that to you. Shortly after arriving in Accumula, everything hit him all at once. Dehydration, malnourishment, vitamin deficiency, exhaustion. He lay in his room, looking up at the ceiling, IV catheter in his right arm and a monitor hooked to his left. A bag of dextrose hung limply on a stand above his headboard, being pumped into his veins. He never felt worse in his life. He tried to read, but a mere ten minutes would cause him to become cross eyed and make him feel like he wanted to puke his brains out. Even the slightest act of sitting up to eat made him feel like he just ran a marathon. He had lost a significant amount of weight. He glanced across his room. His bag hung there, his black Pokemon cap sat on top of the dresser, along with his eight Unova League badges. Then, he had been at the top of the world, where even a legendary dragon Pokemon like Reshiram had obeyed his commands as he duked it out with some of the most elite trainers to ever roam the region. Now, he was back at the beginning, too weak to even lift an arm. The fire that once propelled him forward was slowly fading. Would he ever make it back to the top? Did he even want to anymore? He was absolutely at his weakest right now. If a Shadow Triad member wanted to take his life... he wouldn't be able to put up much of a fight.
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Sept 25, 2019 22:16:14 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2019 22:16:14 GMT -5
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The familiar feeling of unease settles into her bones as a small town finally comes into view. She hadn't been expecting to come here but... Circumstances arise and she, well... She needed to come here for herself, sure, but mostly for him.[break][break]
The need to see him, alive and well, in one whole piece, was too consuming to ignore.[break][break]
She takes a deep breath as she stops, gathering her hands together and letting them rest atop her chest. Something flutters in her stomach. Nerves, maybe? Butterflies? No. Well, she isn't quite sure. The feeling is familiar but different all the same. So different that she can't quite make it out and so she, instead, files the sensation away for later analysis.[break][break]
A hand breaks away from the other to hover, just close enough to tap against the front door with hesitant knuckles. Should she really be doing this? Does he even want to see her? God, maybe Iris should have come in her wake. She knows the Champion would have already busted the door down by now. Maybe Iris is a better option for this. She... She doesn't even know what she would say. Glad to see you're alive. I missed you. A sigh escapes her lips, baseball capped head shaking at the thoughts. 'You can do this, Fi. He's your best friend.' The mantra echoes in her mind as she steels her nerves and composes herself in her usual upbeat manner. This is not the time for insecurities, she knows, but man... The prospect of him turning her away makes her throat turn to sandpaper.[break][break]
"Black?" His name escapes her lips in a soft question, tentative and unsure. Her knuckles connect with the cool wood of the door a moment later. Gentle and quiet at first until she is all but pounding on the door, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. "I... It's White. Please open up," her voice is louder now, more assertive. "Are you okay? I can help." Truthfully, she just wants to see him but the need to assist him in whatever he needs proves to be even stronger and so she waits, signature baseball cap shielding the emotions bubbling up in her eyes. She'd wait all day and night if needed, just to be sure he's still there, still the same Black she befriended in the past.
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henlo hope you don't mind me popping into this~ not sure what this white post is but i'm rollin' with it c:
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Sept 25, 2019 23:54:21 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2019 23:54:21 GMT -5
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Her voice was the first thing he heard after being freed from the light stone. He remembers the look on her face as she held him in her arms. When his condition rapidly deteriorated, she was the one who carried him on her back to the Emergency Department and waited for him outside as he fought for dear life in the Intensive Care Unit. He owed everything to her. She had never forgotten him over the past two years and always waited for him to come back. She had grown so much. The once hot-blooded energetic Agency President was now a respectable trainer in her own right. During his time with her, he learned that it was okay to depend on others, and that there was more to the world than just becoming champion. *knock *knock. "Huh?" Black wondered who it could be, but secretly, he wished it would be White. His eyes widened when he heard her voice, it really was her. "Door's unlocked Prez, come on in." He rasped out. He tried his best to give her that cheeky boyish grin he always gave her during their travels. He knew that she was busy with Agency work, and didn't want her to worry about how bad he looked right now.
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Sept 26, 2019 14:58:58 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2019 14:58:58 GMT -5
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His voice is music to her ears, muffled slightly by the door but still understandable. Part of her wonders why he'd just leave his door unlocked but one quick glance around the quaint town confirms the idea that this part of Unova is pure, untouched by the evils of man. And so she pushes into his house without a second thought, already scanning for a sight of him.[break][break]
She finds him in his room, confined to the bed with an IV hanging from one of his arms. The excited words she was about to utter completely evaporate from her mouth to be replaced with a soft gasp of breath. He looks so... Broken. Tears gather at the waterlines of her eyes and she swore to herself she wouldn't cry when she saw him but now that promise is about to fly out the window.[break][break]
White crosses the room with little effort, making a beeline for his side. "Black..." His name is soft, fragile, as it escapes her. Shaky hands reach for one of his own and she faintly registers the first of potentially many tears escaping from her eyes. "I," she licks at her lips, uncertainty taking hold for a moment before she swallows and pushes on. "I'm so sorry I didn't come sooner." She wanted to. Oh man did she want to see him sooner but things always seem to pile up when she diverts her attention to other priorities. That isn't an excuse, however, and guilt gnaws at her insides as a few more tears escape. She stifles a sob and attempts to match his grin, the pitiful attempt not reaching those blue eyes.[break][break]
"What can I do to help?" She knows she looks just a tiny bit pathetic, allowing herself to cry in the face of his current state. That isn't going to help him feel better and she knows it but to see him looking so battered... It's terrifying. He's the strongest of them, the beacon of light against the harshest storms. If he can end up in this state then what will happen to the rest of them? Danger looms on the horizon and truthfully, she wants to shield him from the worst of it. He's been through enough, she decides with a tighter grip of his hand. A gentle smile forms on her lips as she blinks away the onslaught of irksome tears. She will be strong for him. Even if it's not much, if it might help him just a little bit then she'll do it. After all, she'd do anything for the boy before her.
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Sept 26, 2019 18:26:47 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2019 18:26:47 GMT -5
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His fingers curl around hers as he takes a deep breath. "You've done enough for me, no need to do more. I'm just glad you're here." He hated how he appeared right now in front of her. He remembered how helpless he had felt when he had charged up stage to confront Team Plasma, only to have his rear end handed to him by a few mere grunts and N. He could do nothing but watch, powerless to do anything, while his Pokemon fell one by one in battle. He despised that feeling, and swore he would become strong so he would never experience that again. Times were much simpler back then. Challenging their first gym together with Cheren and Bianca, the determination to either win big or go home. He would never be that arrogant, cocky, self assured 15 year old again. As time flew by, his friends had all moved on. Cheren became a teacher in the Trainer's School, Bianca became Professor Juniper's Assistant, and White was of course busy running her agency... He looked at White. Iris had always teased him about it, but she was right. White truly was the one to understand him, and even if she didn't understand his ramblings at time, she would still try her best to listen. There was something he needed to figure out, something he had struggled to answer even with Musha clearing his mind as this wasn't just some puzzle that could be deciphered with logical deduction. No, this was a question from the heart. "White... I have something I need.. to ask you. What am I going to do... in the future?"
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Sept 27, 2019 14:33:39 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2019 14:33:39 GMT -5
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"I want to do more, though." Her eyes drop to their connected hands as she answers him, a soft murmur filling the air around them. The way his fingers fit so perfectly around hers... Her heart flutters at the thought and she blinks, a rosy flush accenting her cheeks as her eyes fly to his face. "You shouldn't go through this alone," a smile forms upon her lips, tears almost dried up from moments ago.[break][break]
She fights the urge to squirm under his direct gaze. Uncertainty claws at her body and she masks it with a tilt of her head, stray strands of brunette curls falling against her neck. His question is simple, she knows this, but it still brings about a plethora of questions of her own. Why is he asking this? Doesn't he know he's capable of anything? What does this mean, exactly? Despite the gears constantly churning out questions in her mind, she still answers with the same honesty she expects from him. "Anything you want to do," she breathes out. "The future is whatever you decide to make of it, Black." Her voice holds a fierceness to it that she doesn't quite expect. As if she is a little insulted he would even question the bright light his future holds. "Can I ask why?" The meekness is back once more, settling into her words as she fidgets where she stands, weight shifting from foot to foot. Part of her isn't sure if she wants to know exactly why he's asking but she owes it to him to find out. If only to assure him that he is every bit as capable as she believes. Besides, if he doesn't believe in himself now then she will. She'll believe enough for the both of them. He has always done the same for her and she'll be damned if he can't see how special he really is.
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Sept 27, 2019 21:24:35 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2019 21:24:35 GMT -5
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Black paused for a while. He was afraid of what was going to come out of his mouth. He wasn't used to this. He was always trying to be brave for the sake of the people around him. When his Dad died, he knew he had to be strong for the sake of his Mother. When things got tough on during his quest to the Pokemon League, he knew he had to be strong for White and for the dream that he had shared with his father. It was a dream he would fulfill in his stead, a final wish in honor of Dad's memory. The truth he wasn't willing to admit to anyone was that he wasn't as strong as his exterior put out to be, and he also struggled with his inner demons.
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"Remember?... When I made my pledge that I would make it to the Pokemon League? Where I was gonna win?" His voice began to tremble a little. "I had made it to the top... I was now the strongest trainer in Unova..." He sunk deeper back into his pillow. "Becoming Champion... it meant more than just training my Pokemon and becoming Number One. It brought my life meaning. I thought that now I could defeat Ghetsis and end Team Plasma once and forever... avenge my friends and comrades who had fallen in battle against them..." He sucked on his lips. "I'll never get to experience that feeling again... the absolute joy of victory after going through the many agonies of bitter defeat... the feeling of infinite potential that lay before me... the feeling that everything I wanted was now within my fingertips. It's gone, it's like I had died forever that moment I was sucked in that light stone." The word never stung through his heart like a Beedrill. He liked to think that despite setbacks, things would be better. He just had to work a little harder! He just had to want it enough. Those two little phrases would always give him a little boot in the ass when things got tough. But the word "never" meant that it was over. You couldn't change the past no matter how hard you tried. No matter how much you wanted to, a shattered glass bottle can't be pieced back together.
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"I couldn't stop Ghetsis... I let that bastard get away... I've lost my title and everything I've worked for. Look at me... I must look so pitiful..." His fingers clenched into fists. "Hrmph..." He forced himself onto his elbows, clenching his jaw and grimacing as his arms violently trembled under his weight as he tried to sit up. He hated it. He hated how weak he appeared in front of her. If only things could be like the past again, the dreamer Black where nothing seemed to hold him down or scare him except for President White after another screwup on his part. He came crashing down back to earth, literally. His arms collapsed against his body weight as his frame slammed back down onto the mattress. His IV needle shook violently and nicked the walls of his vein, causing him to cry out in pain. He lay on his back, like a fainted Pokemon, tears swirling in his eyes.
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Sept 30, 2019 16:35:27 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2019 16:35:27 GMT -5
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She listens as he speaks, pouring his heart out into the silent room. Her hand clutches at his own, grip tightening as he continues on. She hadn't expected this, truthfully... He is always so strong, so confident. To see him like this now... It's a bit terrifying. If even Black can feel this broken, this insecure, then how is anyone supposed to survive this? He's the beacon of hope, the light at the end of a dreary tunnel. He has to be.[break][break]
Alarm crosses her features as he rises and falls back into the bed, a cry of pain escaping his lips. She faintly registers the tears in his eyes before all but flinging her arms around him. Her body weight is light against him, careful to not press too hard and injure him further. "You're not pitiful, do you hear me?" Her voice is firm as she tightens her arms around his neck, lips close to his ear. "You haven't lost anything yet. Sure, the title is in someone else's hands right now but you can change that. Everything can be changed, you just need to try. I know you can do it, Black. You're incredible, okay? No one else can do what you have done and no one can do what you will." White knows her words probably won't help much but she feels the need to keep going, to keep giving him the hope he needs to go on.[break][break]
"So what if Ghetsis got away?" She pulls back to offer a gentle smile, newly formed tears bubbling at her eyes once again. "We'll find him and you'll beat him. I know it." Sure, it'll be a bit difficult to find the green haired man again but she knows someone who could possibly help. N's face comes to mind and she fights the urge to grit her teeth. It'll pain her to ask him for help but... Black needs to defeat the evil mastermind behind Plasma once and for all. They both do.[break][break]
White releases her hold on him and awkwardly rights herself, running a hand over her usual ponytail to smooth the misplaced strands. "Can you promise me something, Black?" Her eyes find her feet, a sudden shyness overcoming her in that moment. "Please don't give up on yourself," The murmur is soft but the emotions behind it are overwhelming. It pains her to see him like this, to watch him lose the confidence she loves. "You're worth more than throwing in the towel. Your dreams deserve the chance to become reality again."
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super sorry for the wait ;u;
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Sept 30, 2019 20:57:27 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2019 20:57:27 GMT -5
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Her skin felt so soft against his as she comforted him. He felt like he was a little kid again, being comforted by Mom when he was sick in bed from the flu. He felt a sudden heat flush up in his ears as she hugged him, and he hoped she didn't notice. He looked at her when she asked him to promise him something. The last time he promised her something was in Castelia, and it had ended in heartbreak for the both of them. Don't give up on yourself. The request seemed so simple in nature, but this time, Black hesitated. He was never one to lie, no matter how much he would bitch and complain sometimes about the tasks White delegated onto him, he would always see to get it done. What was he afraid of? "I..."
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He stammered and swallowed. He could see the hurt in her eyes as she watched him like this. She had a million different facial expressions to match those big blue aquamarine eyes of hers. There was the "playful" look, the "innocent" gaze, the "annoyed" glare, and the "I'm going to fucking kick your ass" death stare. That was secretly his personal favorite, as long as it wasn't directed at him.
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"I'm sorry White... but honestly, I can't give you an answer right now." He hated how selfish he appeared to her. She had taken time out of her own busy schedule just to see him! However, he didn't want to say something that would hurt one of the few people who meant the world to him. He didn't want to cause her any pain. "I don't feel like I'm in the right state of mind to be making any decisions with now." He lay back into his pillow. "Please White... I need some time by myself to think for now." He glanced at the door and hoped White would take the hint to leave him be for now. Perhaps they could continue this discussion again sometime in the future, but right now he didn't want to leave both of them sitting (and laying) there in his room in awkward silence when he really just needed alone time to himself.
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OOC - Yeah no prob. By the way, I'm going to close this thread after White posts next as I don't see how it can continue to progress unless you have something else in mind.
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Oct 1, 2019 14:38:15 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2019 14:38:15 GMT -5
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She pulls away from him entirely, hands dropping to her sides with little energy. Sure, she expected this, she supposes. He's injured. Naturally, one would want alone time to heal and grow stronger but... This still feels like something else. It feels like he's withdrawing from her completely, shutting her out and slamming the door in her face. She'd be lying if she said it didn't hurt.[break][break]
Still, she puts on a half smile, a mask to conceal the sting of his words. He can't promise her anything which was to be expected, yes, but to kick her out... It stings more than she'd like to admit. "Oh, yeah." She backs away from the side of his bed, a wounded animal fleeing. Part of her hates how upset she is. She knows better than to take it personally but she does and she hates herself for it. He's hurt and needing space to heal and she's making it about herself? Pathetic. "Sorry to bother you, Black." She forces the smile to widen but it never meets her eyes. The striking blue is suddenly a bit hollower than before and it takes everything in her to mask the feelings bubbling beneath the surface. "I hope you feel better," the words are honest. She truly wants him to feel better, to grow stronger, to overcome this.[break][break]
Perhaps that is why she flees the room with a sudden urgency. At least, that's what she tells herself. It's not because of the pain surging up in her chest or the tears that threaten to overflow from her eyes. He doesn't want you there, her mind all but screams as she leaves the broken boy behind. It's horrible of her to even think that of him, to reduce him to some villain in her mind. She'll get over this. White promises herself to not hold this against him and while a small part of her mind keeps repeating liar over and over, she knows she could never stay mad at him.[break][break]
The house is abandoned by the girl and while her thoughts stay focused on what occurred inside that house, she refuses to look back. The tears come with little resistance and she knows she's ridiculous for this but for now, she'll let the tears fall and then gather herself. He's going to heal, she just knows it and that's enough to quell the storm in her mind.
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sounds good! send me a message here or on discord if you want to plot these bbies some more <3
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